After being r*aped by a "friend" at a party, I worked up the courage, with the help of my best friend, to tell my boyfriend of 4 years what happened. He was (I thought) a very loving and empathetic person and I expected nothing less in this situation. If anything, I expected a greater amount of support than I could have imagined. When he started to cry, this strange sense of relief flooded over me. He was hurt because I was hurt... he was going to help me work through this... Then I heard "How could you do this to me? How could you do this to US?" He later apologized for his reaction and